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Restless is the evening's song,
so eager to release the throng
of scented jasmine's sweet sachet.
A first star takes my breath away...
while clouds pile high like pink parfait
with fringes gold in soft bouquets.
Two lonely spruces thrash and sway
in orchestrated breeze ballet,
while dappled in the shadow's play,
a weary earth turns shades of gray
My silhouette is growing long.....
as moonlight begs to come along.
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Now Entered in PD's Contest: Never Before in a Contest: #7
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Duo Rhyme Contest: Lovely invention of poems by Mary Port: Sponsored By Andrea Detrich
This is my tribute to all the Community Builders-
All who live in small villages to big cities of the world,
the long time and the new members.
EACH poem submitted,
each time you c o m m e n t,
and all those contest SPONSORS who inspire us to write,
all the BLOGGERS who make us cry, laugh and p o n d e r,
you are a "Community Builder" . . .
Oh, there are thousands of you, too many to name,
but without Y O U- Poetry Soup would not be so amazing.
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October 23, 2016
Verse - 10 lines
Submitted to the contest,
Community Builders Free For All Tribute
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Many Soupers are getting older, the train ride to heaven has started rolling.
Many creative~wonderful~magical writers we do have, too many names now on the list.
The train is getting fuller, with a new passenger that was just added. L. Milton Hankins now riding in the red caboose, he is bringing up the rear drinking juice.
One day each will take the train ride, then we will all meet in heaven. No more pain or suffering, a day to unite and say hooray. We may be called to read what we write, smile~laugh then tell Soup goodnight.
Date Written: 12/28/2022
1 Place
In Honor of Milt - An Un-contest Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
If you've ever seen Ca' Rezzonico
seeming quite to float
upon the Grand Canal
as you bob in a boat,
or if you've ever eavesdropped
in some Trastevere alley
some golden afternoon
on some tenor's voice a-sobbing
beneath an early moon,
or in Andrea della Valle
breathed in Puccini's subtle chords,
you'll know that life affords
no more sacred boon.
Recondita armonia, literally.
If you've taken in
Albinoni's Adaggio
or gnocchi con formaggio
in a loggia on the Arno
or the slopes of Montepulciano,
or walked in misty thunder
the olive groves of Cennina,
or sat in wordless wonder
in the theater of Taormina,
or witnessed Piero's frescoes
in San Francesco of Arezzo,
or breathed the morning sunlight
or Mascagni's Intermezzo,
seen summer rain in torrents
come laughing down the street,
then you'll know why
or looked down upon fair Florence
like a carpet at your feet,
Italians set at variance
themselves and us,
and call us The Barbarians.
Searing Pain Reemerges
-by Carolyn Devonshire
searing pain reemerges
each time I pass the hospital
creeping up to burn my eyes
subsiding with time, but never forgotten
when the doctor gave his prognosis
all Dad’s children were there
blades of hopelessness hit my heart
cutting it into pieces
instructions came in his living will
we did as he requested
wishing I could take this last journey with him
but knowing he would want us to thrive
my hand on his, I bowed my head
the puddle beneath me grew with each tear
another loving memory
another agonizing drop
many minutes seemed to pass
after machines were disconnected
too many minutes
too many memories
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Carolyn's poem about losing her dear Dad
brought tears to my eyes- remembering
how a doctor told me and my younger brother-
as sharp "blades of hopelessness hit my heart"-
there was no resolve- he would soon be gone.
Carolyn's words echo my feelings that day
when I too said goodbye- and how my life
changed without his presence and love and,
like her, my "searing pain reemerges" to
stab my heart each time I'd pass that place-
the hospital where I said my final goodbye.
She vividly brought to life deep emotions
with her skill in imaging this lasting pain
with her well-chosen, heartfelt, poetic, words,
of her own sadness- losing her beloved Dad.
Below is a final stanza from a poem I wrote,
entitled, "Threnody For My Father" that shows
my connection with Carolyn's sad poem.
"I stand here in the shadow of death's sting.
Oh, Dad, I feel your pulsing spirit hand.
Come lead me to a green and hopeful spring
as it was- when you walked this earthen land."
August 24, 2021
Contest: Celebrating Carolyn's Poetry: An Uncontest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
"Andrea, with the accent on the dray",
she coyly introduced herself to me.
Exotic, dazzling beauty; to this day
her face still lingers in my memory.
My life till then seemed vaguely out of tune,
now, dulcet melodies played in my ear.
Her smile could warm the sun and melt the moon -
I'd dreamed of dating her that whole school year.
"Quit you like men", my father used to say,
so girding up my loins, I asked her out.
Expecting her rejection that tense day,
she answered, "Sure!" as I suppressed a shout.
We went out for some pizza, piping hot;
I saw in her no scarcity nor flaw.
My mind in wonder at her every thought,
meanwhile my eyes were pleased by what they saw.
Her lovely hair, like melted chocolate: rich
and silky smooth, at just the perfect length.
Good conversation was what scratched her itch
and I came thinking that was just my strength.
Sometimes though, bridges end up getting burned;
teen dreamers should be wary where they roam.
For when our dinner check arrived, I learned
alas, I'd left my money back at home!
Hugely embarrassed, I could barely speak;
up to that point, how nice the night had been.
I hardly left my room for one whole week,
too shy to ever ask her out again.
Life turned out great, I married well. And yet,
she still remains 'the one that got away'.
I reminisce with traces of regret,
Andrea, with the accent on the dray.
Joy of music
Has brought me here,
Shining lights aglow,
In fancy attire.
A man in a tie,
A lady in a dress,
Beautiful tunes,
Songs that I know—
Heavenly voices,
Sent from above.
My daughter is near;
I feel her joy too,
And wish for her sister
To be here as well.
As Andrea sings,
The hall fills with light,
Angels are harmonizing,
Enchanting the night.
I feel each note flow,
Washing my worries away,
His voice strong and gentle—
Feels like a warm hug.
I think of my dad,
Who wishes he were here,
I carry him with me,
His love for these melodies,
The ones I grew to love—
A twinkle in my eye.
I’ve brought him the program,
And gifts from the night,
Memories to share,
In music's warm light.
They fill my heart,
They fill my soul,
Touching us gently,
Making us whole,
Shining like stars.
The audience sways,
Heaven feels near!
Bliss is created,
Wonder is shining,
Eager for more!
With each soaring refrain,
I’m lost in the bliss,
Thinking of my father—
A moment I won’t miss.
To Tom and John, Freddie, Bobby and Bill
To read your poems is a privilege, a thrill
To Caren, Andrea, Kim; Alexis, Michelle and Mo
Your every stanza lights my face aglow
To Ilene, Heidi, Evelyn, Line, Regina and Jan
If ever you damsels need rescue, I'm your man
To Lindsay and Bob, Richard and Charlie, and Chris Green
Your poetry's surely some of the finest I've ever seen
And to Angie, PAngie, Paula, Connie and Susan
Over your verses I'm always enthusin'
As for Linda, Brenda, Sara, Jennifer and Carolyn
If I weren't hitched, you (all) I'd love to be marryin'
No doubt I've left many fine poetry friends out
Which I sincerely regret, but please don't shout (at me)
Just permit me to wish for everybody on Poetry Soup
That we write on in 2021 ~ encourage one and all in our group
Happy New Year!
Another morning gone. The warp and weft
of kids and errands seems a sort of theft.
I love to listen to the phone-in show,
Peoria Euphoria K Seven, Illinois,
the kind of thing that housewives can enjoy -
Andrea Doria, Eva Longoria -
but parents don’t have rights. I’ve got to go.
Another morning spent. The spare room painted.
I poured the soup away, since it was tainted.
He mixed his caustic soda in the bowl,
with Pennsylvania always on his mind
(Bryn Mawr mainliner – guess you know the kind –)
Brainier, mania, Lusitania
and wiped it once around with kitchen roll.
Another morning done. The suit dry-cleaned.
A neighbourhood committee’s been convened.
Initial meet – the Wilsons’ brand new deck –
how was it financed? Heaven only knows.
Seaworthy credit? Like the Mary Rose!
Wegmans, Wayfair, Wakefern, Wickes …
(Let’s hope the builders wait to cash the check).
Another morning over. Turkey basted.
Last night, the almond cupcakes went untasted.
I don’t know why I go to all the trouble –
they raid the fridge for fudge and mayonnaise:
don’t call it eating. Kids today just graze.
Athletic greens, soya beans, proteins –
I sometimes think I’m living in a bubble.
Another morning down. The carpet hoovered.
The garbage bin unemptied, outmanouvered.
It looks so comfy, nestled in its cleft.
The city elders park outside their own,
so why can’t we? Is this a yellow zone?
Organic waste, paper chased, cadmium-laced.
Another morning gone. How many left?
Hi Souper Friends! :) I just read Andrea's blog about the latest on FB....which is a short video prepared by FB about the highlights of your life since joining the community. I had already done my video of my time on FB, but Andrea reminded me that we can share....You should check her blog and get the link for her movie.....lovely!
Here is mine....so you get to know more about me and my life. There is a pic of my daughter getting baptized by my father, who is a pastor. Precious precious memories....Also, the tiara that you see was sent to me by F J THOMAS who wrote a poem in which she crowned me the Queen....That was a lovely package I received from her, and it also contained notes from other loved ones in my "kingdom". That surely is a highlight in my life. You also see a pic of three men....the one on the far left is my husband, the others are his brothers.....Also pics of my daughter, Shereen, the joy and light of my life!
It is a lovely little movie....Hope you enjoy. Just copy paste this link into your browser. Hugs
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10152173766296037&set=vb.567886036&type=2&theater